Where The Mists Are Born (closed for La Reina)

[Risen]

(OOC: Please ignore the asterisks. My text editor adds them randomly.)

Cervere was as old as the forest mists, but to know it you would need perceptions beyond those of normal men. Cervere was not a normal man. His race had lived hidden deep in the mountains since the beginning of time, surrounded by the jungle and rarely encountered by man.

Those days had ended in The Great Hunting, when local shamans had discovered the existance of his people and sent village after village of humans to their mountains to kill them. When they showed up with guns, his people died quickly. As great as his people were, there were few of them because successful breeding was rare.*

The entire race worshiped sexuality, seeing it as the closest act of giving to the earthen gods. If conception had come easily to them, they would surely have overrun the earth because sex was their religion and well, there is no reason not to worhsip frequently.

Births were extremely rare, but these people did not age. They lived until killed. Fortunately for the world, their population was kept in check by the forces of nature. They lived in a thriving jungle full of predators and prey. Sometimes they were the predators, sometimes they were the prey.

Cervere was a magical creature. The closest mythology comparable to his race would be to call them a were-panther. They could change form at will, instantly if need be, but they preferred a slow, sensuous shift that was almost artistic to watch.

Cervere in humanoid form was a tall dark skinned strong looking man. His hair was long and black. His hands and feet were as tough as rock. As a Panther he was huge, muscular and quick. His green eyes pierced the darkness in either form. Nobody could hide from him in the dark. He had claws that could rip flesh from bone like a hot knife through butter. His long thick tail waved out behind almost as long as his body. His teeth, they were just plain sharp.*

He had become extremely powerful over the years. His inate stength had been enhanced by consistant and constant physical output. He never stopped moving unless to think or sleep. He had coupled that stength with the wisdom of decade after decade of battle to protect his home. His jungle and it's denizens were all that was important to him. He was not evil, he was not good, he just was. As long as you stayed out of his jungle you were not his prey.

The exception to that rule was the tribe of humans who had been forced to escape civilization and had run to the jungles of his homeland deep in a valley in the mountains. Cervere, as far as he knew, was the last of his people. He has been alone for longer than he cared to remember since The Great Hunting. He had never since smelled another of his kind on the breeze. When the people came, bearing with them their women and children and their old, he welcomed them. It was then when he first started to prefer his human form to the huge, vicious and strong feline form that he stayed in almost constantly before then.

Years had passed. He was now leader of this tribe and the people loved him. He kept them safe and he kept them secret. The land provided for them and their lives were simple, primitive and beautiful. At least until the so called civilized world grew closer. Now his war seemed constant. Outsiders occasionally made it deeper into the mountains before he heard them or smelled them. One with nature, he could hear the warning call of the monkeys and the birds from miles away.

Disease was the killer he could not fight. His people suffered from it and at times they suffered greatly. He knew death intimately, but the death he knew was not slow and lingering pain, it was the way of the wild. All things died for a purpose *until the disease came.

A few of his people knew the language of the outsiders. He allowed some of them to journey outside and learn the ways of he enemy. The stories they brought to him were of a horrible world of grey and death. They spoke of smells*that did not belong to the jungle.*They taught him about the horror they had found. He absorbed it all. One must know his enemy. He learned their weaknesses, but he also learned that there was good even in the human world of chaos. They could help his people. They could cure disease.

He thought for a long time about how to make that happen. He needed to bring one of them here. To the place his village called The Mountains Of Life.

He spoke to his people. They agreed. We needed own of them, but only one. Even the sickest of them said they would rather die than have the evil ones find their beautiful home.

At first he thought they should kidnap one of these doctors, but his people said that this doctor would need supplies from their world. He almost decided to let the sick ones die. To send one back could be the death of this tribe he had grown to love.

His people told him that we had to trade for them to help us. None in that world gave freely. They said that we could pay with the treasures of the jungle. He told them to show him these treasures and what they brought to him were worthless things. Not food. Hardly even beautiful. Things that smelled of earth. Rocks. Shiny baubles.

He told them to find one outsider with a good strong heart. One that did not turn predator for greed. One whose heart was not corrupted. We had tests. None could fool his people in the ways of the spirit. Even they could smell evil.

After a long search and many wastful deaths they found one. A female. They called her beautiful, full of life and good hearted. Cervere trusted his people. They would not betray the secrets and they would protect the jungle which gave them life.

He had been waiting for many weeks. Each day he would go down from the mountains running and bounding for miles, sniffing the air that drifted up from the lowlands and listening to the animals. They were coming. They would arrive in the village today. If this doctor woman was with them she would have trusted them to blindfold her for many miles. If she trusted them, maybe he could trust her.*

He sat on a rock in the warm sun near the crystal clear stream that ran through the village. He could see the trail coming in. The wind was at his back so he could not smell the newcomer, but he heard the birds. The monkeys told the story. She had come.

A short while later he saw the people he had sent. He waved for them to approach. His people had been truthful about her beauty but they had not described her accurately. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. As they approached he remained motionless, watching her every move. He saw that her breath was slow and relaxed. This was good. It showed strength of spirit.

He waited as one of his people introduced her. He nodded in reply.

"Welcome to our home." he said softly in his broken form of the human language. "You are safe here. Nothing can harm you in this village. Do not stray from it's boundaries. Outside of it we will not protect you. Outside of it you are prey to the jungle."

As he watched her he studied her. There was something about her. Just as he finished speaking the wind shifted and the strong scent of her presence came to him. Out of instinct and for once completely uncontrolled, he growled low in his chest. It startled his people. It was a scent he had all but forgotten. She was of his race!

 

[La_Reina]

Savannah stared at the letter. It was a request for her to join a small village in the middle of the jungle that needed her expertise. It seemed their people had fallen ill and ... Savannah laid down the request. She had already been interviewed by their spokespeople twice. She had memorized their story. She felt for the people who had survived for generations only to be taken down by what was probably the common cold, flu, or maybe even something more. Savannah knew other doctors would probably get the people to give them everything to cure them, gold, silver, whatever useful things, but Savannah wasn't going to do that. No. She would do this pro bono. Her payment was making sure a race of people would survive. It was no different than when she would get off from work and go to the free clinic to heal people who couldn't afford a Doctor otherwise.

Savannah worked in a Doctor's office with 3 other doctors. She explained she was taking a vacation to help people in need, they knew all about her charity work, and they agreed to take on her other cases. It wasn't hard and in 3 days she was ready to fly out to the nearest port, and then take a very long boat ride.

Something about the outdoors has always appealed to Savannah, but the jungle. The jungle called to her like never before. She wasn't stupid. She knew what she was. Some sort of freak. A shape shifter. Her father having been one he passed the trait to her. It was impressed upon her to control herself to not let the beast win. This usually meant avoiding strong smells and having cool night vision, but sometimes her beast would want to haunt or if she got really angry kill. It was hard, but she worked hard to stay human. Her mother's words coming to haunt her, "I do not want some sort of freak for a child."

Her parents had adopted 2 other children. Perfect girls who didn't turn or growl or anything like she did. They were normal and her mother loved them more than her. Eventually her mother forgot what she was and she was loved by her mother. But every once in a while when Savannah would stare into the night or tilt her head in what was an unhuman way her mother would avoid her for days or try to kick her out. Her father didn't let that happen, thank goodness, but he died when she was 23 and away at medical school. She lost contact with her mother and her sisters who knew the twisted version of what she was; naturally told by her mother.

"We're here."

Savannah jumped. She was lost in thought battling her beast until it calmed down. She was in control here. She was not some monster to be killed or drowned (her mother tried that when she was 6). She was human. Normal. Savannah followed the group. Being blindfolded was interesting since she knew exactly where she was at all times. Her instincts kicking in. It was like she could see where the pier was and where she was and could get back easily.

They walked for a long time. Finally they made it to their village and they really needed to work on definitions. Small was in the essence of a city. She was expecting maybe 20 or 30 people small. There had to be at least 100 maybe more from the sounds of it. She was lead to a very handsome man. Her world narrowed. She couldn't hear. She couldn't think. Just see. She tilted her head slightly and her heart thudded. She was very aware of her body. Her caramel skin getting slightly darker in the sun, her black hair swaying gently in the breeze before tickling her back, her black orbs narrowing even more until only she could see him. She could gauge his height while he was sitting taller than her 5'6 form, and he was all muscles and lean. She was just skinny from a good diet, she was a doctor after all. She always wished she had larger breasts like most of the women in this village. Hers were small, barely enough to fill his hands and that's when she came crashing back down to reality.

"Hello. I'm Dr. Steele, please just call me Savannah." She wasn't sure if she was supposed to shake hands or bow or what. She just stood there. "I would like to see your sick and take some temperatures and run some tests. I've brought some portable ... technology with me." Savannah realized that they probably had no idea what most if not all of her things were so calling it technology she hoped would make them feel more at ease.

"Is there a place where I can set up and start seeing your sick?" Savannah turned back to the handsome man waiting. He was leader he. She wanted to meet his wife. She wondered if it was the pretty woman with the long hair that reached her bum. Her breasts were much bigger than hers and her hips flared. She was a great coke bottle shape. Savannah could feel her beast ready to lunge at the woman. Savannah scowled not at the woman, but at herself. She admonished her beast not sure why this man was making her act so ... stupid.

 

[Risen]

Cervere calmed himself and looked around. Many of his people knew of his secret but it was something they were afraid to talk about. Some even treated him like more than what he was. They liked to serve him but he did not care for that. He let them do so out of love and respect. He stayed human when near the village, but his people often spoke of the big cat that protected their home. They thought he was a ghost.*Some of those*had heard him growl tonight.

He worked hard to calm himself. As Savannah spoke he looked at her "technology." He didn't know this word. He smelled odd things that he had never smelled before. He smelled animal scents that were foreign to him but pungent. He smelled her and breathed deeply. Ancient memories flooded his mind. After so many years of keeping them out of his mind his deep grief and longing for his family returned. Her smell was strong, sweet, and to his nostrils alone, ancient.

When she finished speaking he nodded in acknowlegment of her request and as his people had taught him, he welcomed her.

"Savannah. I am Cervere, protector of the mountains and these people." He stood up and approached her. "My people and I wish to welcome you. They tell me you are good hearted. Rest with us. None will die in our home tonight."

He breathed deeply. His large heart thudded in his chest. So many memories her scent brought to him. She was thin and healthy. He moved close to her, careful to supress his instinct to nuzzle her and feel the warmth of her life. She was so beautiful. He sensed stength in her.

"I'm not alone." he thought.

He pointed to the fire pit where his people roasted flesh. He detested it, but knew that humans needed burned meat. People were preparing food. Next to the fire pit they had also prepared her shelter. It was decorated with exotic flowers and jungle fruits were piled at the door as sign of welcome. Inside the shelter they had stacked leaves and fronds from trees for her bedding. A makeshift door leaned up against the opening. It was the only door in the village.

The villagers explained some of the mundane daily routines as food was prepared. She could set up her equipment inside the shelter where if would be protected from the almost daily rains. They had no light beside the fire because their day ended when the sun set. They would have to eat soon. The day began when the birds began their morning songs. Clean, sweet water was from the stream which trickled through their village, and throughout the day food was provided by the jungle. Mangoes, bananas and a variety of other fruits were cultivated in and around the village. She was warned many times to stay in the village unless she was escorted, since the villagers assumed she knew nothing of the jungle. It may have been a poor assumption, but they did not know what she was. The explicit warning was that nobody except Cervere ever went into the jungle at night. He was the only one who did not fear it. It was not that they were forbidden to go, they just knew better.

Food, and a place of honor was offered to Savannah. Cervere has settled in the shadow of a tree quietly watching. He rarely ate with the villagers, and then he only ate fruit. They assumed he ate in the jungle on his own, but they looked up to him for his vast jungle lore and did not consider it odd.

In truth, Cervere did not eat every day, but he did eat in the jungle. He feasted, but usually far from home where the cries if his victims would not be heard. The efficient thing was to feed on the intruders. He preferred that no death be wasted, and these days, there were plenty of human interlopers to sharpen his claws on.

As he sat, he pondered this woman and her ageless beauty. He wondered how old she was and if she remembered the old ways. He wondered how she had been captured by the humans. He wondered if his race now had a chance for the future. She seemed comfortable, like she belonged here. If she was here, were there more where she came from? Would they know they had a home? There was a lot to think about. He was not use to needing much of anything, but suddenly he needed answers.

He decided that he would not let her out of his sight. He would eat tonight then return to watch. Would she hunt in his jungle? If she did, he would be waiting.

The villagers offered her food as the sun began to sink in the sky. At night he was king, and the king was hungry.*

 

[La_Reina]

Savannah heard the man's voice and his words washed over her like a warm blanket. His voice was husky, deep, and made her think terrible exotic things. She mentally chastised herself. She watched one too many movies, The Blue Lagoon being one of them. "I will make sure no one dies, your uh, Chieftain, Highness, uh," Savannah blushed and she could hear the villagers giggled. She wasn't sure what to call him. "Thank you."

Savannah moved to set up her equipment of portable ekg's, saline solutions, etc. It was quite alot, but they gave her a truly huge cabin. Though most of her things took up all of the space and when she had patients she would have no where to sleep. You can't sleep on the floor once the patients were in the building. You might catch what they did. She would just have to sleep outside of the cabin. If it rained she might get soaked, but what else could she do? That was a problem to think about later.

As the customs were explained she nodded. "If anyone gets sick at night please do not hesitate to knock on my door. I will treat you. Do not wait til morning?" She made sure the villagers knew she was serious and would do as she asked. She impressed upon them that waiting could be very bad or lethal. She was sure they would come to her no matter the day or time for help.

Savannah sat near their chief as everyone began to eat. She felt that this was a place of honor and she was humbled. Savannah wanted to decline the meat, but didn't want to embarass or be rude to these people. Instead she ate around them and ate the fruit. Savannah was a vegetarian for good reason. She couldn't help herself once she tasted meat. She usually wanted it rare or even bloody. It was disgusting and nasty and she would not repeat that process. Savannah felt tears well up in her eyes at the memory, but the festivities continued and she was able to push it back and hold her head up high.

Savannah watched as the last of the villagers welcomed her and left to their own shelters. The fire was dying down and no one was guarding her. She liked that. She slowly eased away from the village and then she was running. She had never been in the jungle, but her cat loved it. She could feel the need to shift, but she would not allow it. Her cat was content to feel the air in her hair, the leaves bouncing off her skin, and her body sweating from the exertion. Savannah was fast, always have been and agile. She jumped over fallen trees that were up to her chest and was able to keep going. Her laughter trailed behind her. She was delighted to have this sense of freedom.

She stopped at a river and glanced in. The water was clear and when she reached forward it was cool. She cupped her hands and drank from the water. It was good and the water that trickled down her throat and between her breasts cooled her sweaty skin. Savannah than leaned forward and dipped her whole head into the water. Like a cub. She pulled her head out, laughed, and shook her wile mane as water went everywhere. Her clothes now wet were plastered to her frame. She heard something and stopped. She was as still as a statue, something her mother hated. How she could go so still and just be there. She waited. Something was out there.

 

[Risen]

Cervere watched Savannah interact with the villagers all through the meal time. The village operated communally for the most part and the daily work was shared, so as people drifted away and took their tasks with them Cervere excused himself and drifted toward the edge of town. Her sensuous beauty lingered on his mind, but her scent overpowered his senses for a long while.

He stepped into a shadowy grove of trees and removed his cloths and then let himself slide into cat form. He had grown tired of asking the villagers to make him cloths and needing excuses for where his had gone very quickly. It always felt good to shift as muscles stretched and bone morphed. It was sensual, almost sexual even as he relaxed into his monsterous but beautiful panther form. Cloths only hindered him. He let his retractable claws out and gripped the ground, sniffing the air for the scent of prey. It was too early to hunt so close to the village, but his mind and senses were forever tuned to the jungle. It was innate and inescapable.

He slowly patroled the border of the village, staying out of site and in the shadows that he loved. The birds and the monkeys all knew him. They knew he was no threat to them unless they got too close, and some even recognized him as the forests protector. They never called out to warn of his presence. They knew that even in the trees he might easily leap and silence them permanently, but it was more than that which kept them quiet. He was one with them in spirit. Like the trees, he was the jungle.

He pondered this new visitor and a new sensation that was creeping into his mind. Desire. A desire that was beginning to make his blood burn.

The sun was getting low in the sky when he heard noises ahead if him. Villagers out to gather food? He slipped further into the shadows and winded his way quietly through the undergrowth keeping his body low to the ground. Even this way his shoulders were half the height of a man.

Movement caught his attention on a small trail ahead of him. He slowed his pace, padding forward. It was her! She was alone and obviously had disregard for the instruction she'd been given, but she was not human, so why wouldn't she feel comfortable in the jungle. She was at the top of the food chain and her race had been in this jungle since the beginning of life. She began to run. He did not need to follow. She stayed on the trail for a while and he could hear her startle the jungle when she left it. She was loud. The birds began to call. Every other creature would know exactly where she was so he began to follow slowly just out of her sight. He loped along with little effort. Occasionally he would see her jump or turn up ahead. She was faster than the humans of his village but in human form she was no match for the speed of Cervere. Why did she not shift?

He sank to the shadows when she stopped at he stream. The sound of her *laughter was still echoing between the mountains.

He was not one to let issues wait until tomorrow. He would confront her, but why had she not shifted? She was in heaven.

He decided that human form was best and quickly returned to it as he stepped out of the shadows with no sound. He had no need for, and was not even fully aware of human modesty except for what he saw in the children of the village, and that soon faded as they matured. They normally wore clothing and therefore he did too, but to leave the clothing behind was common and accepted by his people. This being the case, Cervere had no second thoughts about approaching Savannah naked. His long hair trailed out behind him. His dark skin was muted and reflected little light. He was all but hairless on his body, as were many of the native humans of his village. He was tall, and large for a human. His cock hung flacid and wagged as he walked quietly over to a rock a few dozen feet behind her and sat down.

She had not noticed him. He picked up a very small rock and tossed it so that it landed behind her. She froze. He smiled as catlike reflexes exhibited themselves. It was as if her senses had suddenly realized that she was not alone. In fact she was surrounded by jungle life large and small but she had to be aware of that. She was panthera.

She was so slender and beautiful. Water dripped down her back and into he crack of her round ass before disappearing. The smell of her sweat was intoxicating.

As she stood motionless he began to laugh outloud, not out of amusment but out of sheer pleasure that she was here in front of him. He was no longer alone.

She turned at the sound of his laughter... ***

 

[La_Reina]

Savannah heard the laughter and it startled her. She turned slowly only to gape. She had gone crazy. Heat sickness. She shouldn't have run, but it didn't feel any hotter than it did in the day. In fact it felt much cooler. Still she hadn't gotten enough fluids and had passed out in her run and was now imagining the chief sitting naked on a rock. That was the only logical explanation.

Savannah shifted her stance and misjudged the bank of the river. She fell in and came exploding up for air. Her nails dug purchase in the sand she climbed back on the bank. The water felt real enough. Hell now she was completely wet and shivering a bit. But she still imagined the chief sitting there naked. Unless... no ... could it be?

Savannah walked up to the chief and slowly touched him. Almost like a child touching a great statue to see if it would move. The chief's eyes danced in mirth and she was beginning to suspect he was indeed naked. And oh did he look good naked. His muscles weren't overt, but when he moved even a little they slid under his skin all sleek and in control. He was a smooth and she couldn't help her eyes going low, lower, until she was staring at the size of his sex. It was a nice size even flaccid and she felt her cheeks warm as she wondered if it would get bigger when he was horny and how much bigger.

Her finger made contact with his chest and she pulled back as if scorched. "Holy hell, you're real!" She jumped back not realizing her cat had caused her to jump high in the air and a sway back that was impossible for a human to duplicate. She was a good 10 feet away when she slowly backed up some more. "You're ... naked? Why are you naked? Are you going to ..." Savannah looked around expecting to see other villagers. "I didn't mean to break your laws. I was told I shouldn't go out not that I can't go out at night. Please don't rape me."

Her heart was pounding wildly, her breathing labored, she looked scared and defenseless while at the same time her cat was purring. Purring?! What the hell was wrong with her beast? It had to be this ludicrous jungle. Her cat was acting stupid in the jungle. Savannah had no other explanations for it. She didn't even get into a defensive stance. She just stood there like a helpless human begging not to be hurt.

{sorry so short}

 

[Risen]

If Cervere hadn't already ascertained that Savannah was of the panther race, he might have wondered if she were a little touched in the brain. First she falls in the water without trying to, then she believes he is not real.*

His laughed had changed seamlessly from pleasure induced to absolute amusment.

"Holy hell, you're real!" When she said that, he laughed so hard he was sure it could be heard in the village. Her finger barely touched him and she jumped backward with feline grace that only he would find arousing.*Any normal human would have turned and fled.

He played along but it was quickly becoming more clear that she was unaware of many things. That was no obstacle. She was bright and he knew that if he never said another word, she would learn by watching, but speaking did still have entertainment value.

"You ask many questions for one who is old. Why am I naked?" He answered with another question, "Why do you wear cloths in the jungle? We do not need protection the way the humans do!" He paused and his tone darkened a bit. "The only laws here are life and death Savannah. Humans are rapers who kill without purpose. They need laws. I do not."

Cervere was convinced that she did not realize he was panther, but nor was he one to mince words. He had nothing at all to hide.

He stood up and walked up to her. When he was but a couple of feet away he leaned forward, close to her, and breathed deeply of her scent. His blood stirred. If she were paying attention, Savannah would notice that his body reacted to the scent in many ways, including a stirring in his groin.

He stepped to the side and dove into the pool in the stream she had just fallen in. It was filled with the muddy cloud she had left. As his body entered the water he barely bothered the surface. He swam under the water to the edge and then stepped up onto the bank, climbing up it with ease to stand before her again. Water steamed down his *hairless body forming small puddles at his feet.

"Welcome home maiden of the forest." he said, completely unaware that she had so sheltered the beast within her from the world.

 

[La_Reina]

She listened to him and wasn't quite sure if she understood him. So he was saying he was old? She looked at him. He didn't seem old. Maybe a few years older than herself, but nothing to call old. Did that mean he thought she was old? She wasn't old! He continued on and now Savannah was sure he had the sickness or another form of it. He was making no sense. He was naked and asking her why she wore clothes? And in the jungle?!

"You wear clothes to protect your skin. Especially with the animals that live here. And I'm not talking about the panthers or snakes, but mosquitos." She spoke slowly almost as if talking to a child or a crazy unstable killer. She wasn't sure which he was, but she wasn't going to do anything that would provoke the man. She wasn't afraid he'll kill her, but force her to leave before she could help his people.

Than he started on about humans being rapers and the law of the jungle and she decided crazy was the way to handle the chief. He made no sense at all. She watched him approach her and she didn't move. He leaned closed and ... sniffed her?! Savannah stayed stock still, that same scary still of the panthers. She could only stare at his face and the way he seemed to savor her scent. Weird, right? She missed everything else never using her beasts skills.

He moved which startled Savannah and dove into the water. She watched him for a bit wondering if she had been dismissed. Than he came up and welcomed her home. She blinked and didn't say a word. "Okay, thank you again." Savannah was slowly backing up and she backed straight into a tree. She hit her head pretty hard and she yowled in pain and anger. "Bloody hell." She grabbed her head rubbing the sore spot.

"Okay, so the chief is their protector and crazy. That's news I should have known." She talked to herself annoyed not sure if she is to leave the man or not. Savannah took deep breaths and sighed. She had wanted to enjoy the jungle, but she couldn't leave the chief alone. Maybe she could get him to help her and keep him sane. Some people act 'off' when the sun goes down and maybe this Chief was old and was prone to the syndrome.

"Chief, can you help me get back to the village? Walk me back?"

 

[Risen]

Cervere smiled as he saw a puzzled look come over Savannah's face. He could tell he was going to enjoy her spirit.
She began to go on about all the reasons humans wear cloths in the jungle and it started to occur to him that there was a deeper level of misunderstanding between them. He watched her and when she asked to leave he responded quietly. "One moment please. I will take you anywhere you wish but please give me one more moment of your time."

He paused to think, trying to put together the situation in front of him. She was not thinking like a panther god of the jungle, she was thinking like a human. She was pretending she was human, or she didn't know she was not human, but she had to know because he had seen her do things no human can do, therefore she was pretending. For some reason she was hiding the truth. He sensed enough to believe she was not lying.

He pondered the many ways to confront her. It was either with words or with actions, and unneccessary words were not his style.

He looked her dead in the eyes and spoke in a loud, deep commanding tone, "I know what you are Savannah, and this is your ancient home."

With that he began to shift slowly to his panther form, growing, stretching, morphing, but the whole time he kept his head still and stared into her eyes. He held her gaze and watched her face for her reaction. His morph was extremely slow and sensuous. He was trying not to scare her more than neccessary yet he wanted to bring the realities crashing down over her. Fooling Cervere was not something he took lightly even though he had a deep desire to connect with this beautiful woman and bring her into his life.

He had long forced himself to forget the idea of a companion of his race. He believed he was the last, for none had ever come back home to join him in the mountain jungles over the uncounted years. Now, Savannah was here and because she was female Cervere had hope for the future of his race. In his inherent bold way, he made his point.

As his transformation ended he sat down on his haunches, still staring at her, knowing that a woman of her strength and spirit was going to react with strength and spirit. He wanted more than anything to see her in her beautiful cat form, but he did not know how she would react. He began to purr and it echoed softly through the nearby jungle, mingling with he sound of the stream. His long tail curled around his paws. He waited, ready to spring if he needed to.

 

[La_Reina]

The chief looked confused and Savannah was really starting to question his sanity. He begged her for another moment of her time and she nodded. Of course she would give this man anything he desired if she could. She waited as he seized her up and she felt a little bit nervous at his intense stare. She was wondering if she was doing the right thing when he spoke in a voice that made no mistake and left no doubt as to whom was in charge.

She wasn't sure what he meant by 'knowing what she was' and her 'ancient home.' She blinked twice. He was getting blurry. No, her mind wasn't comprehending what she was seeing. Never had she seen her father change and she had changed once or twice before gaining control and never doing it again. So many emotions ran through her, fright, nervousness, bewilderment, excitement, anger. Yes, anger. Why did him and his people let her live that horrible life thinking she was a monster if they could have saved her? Why did they let her daddy be so unhappy mated to a woman who couldn't understand them and made them feel horrible for something they had to work hard to control? She knew the answer. Because her and her father were the exception. They were humans. They were normal. Not this .. thing. She would not bring anymore shame on to her family name.

Savannah stared at the panther. He was beautiful and huge. She wanted to run her fingers through the fur, but her anger kept her rooted in place. She knew her eyes had darken and her hands had balled at her thighs. "Listen to me. I am not some monster like you. I'm human. Human! Got it!" Savannah turned on her heel feeling betrayed. She could feel the tears stinging her eyes as she blindly tried to go back to the camp; branches smacking her in the face.

She stopped realizing she had gone the wrong way or she had just walked past it or .. it didn't matter. She was lost. She didn't recognize this part of the jungle and she was alone. She finally crouched down and let loose. So many emotions still tearing through her but the predominant one was to not change. Be human. No shame. No monster.

 

[Risen]

Hunting had been Cervere's life for at least a millennium of uncounted years before his people fled into the mountains and he adopted them. His skills had developed to godlike proficiency. If he chose not to be seen or heard at night he might as well have been a ghost. Using those skills he followed along behind Savannah without her knowledge until she stopped crouching in the jungle in tears.

He had learned from her reaction to him. She hated who she was and he knew that she could not be happy while not able to love what was at the core of her being.

Cervere was strong of will, but not heartless. He knew that this beautiful woman of the jungle had to come to her own terms with who she was. He knew that to interrupt her would only slow that process.

Unable to speak in the human languages in his form, he shifted silently back into his naked human form and watched. Night was coming soon and the temperature began to drop. He was acclimatized but he knew Savannah would soon be chilled by her wet clothes. His skin had dried quickly.

He waited just outside the edge of her sight for a long time until her tears were done falling. It was now dark in the jungle and the night animals were active. Small rodents could be heard in the brush and night predators were out looking to make a meal out of *them. No significant predator would come near Cervere or this woman while he was present. They knew his scent and feared him with good reason.

He felt sadness for her. He did not know fully what it was that troubled her, but he could see that it was deep and important to her. He waited until she seemed to be more concerned with her surroundings than her fears before he finally spoke. His only goal now was to spare her fear in any way that he could.

He spoke to her softly, quietly out of the darkness, "You are safe Savannah. The jungle will not harm you with me here." He paused patiently. "Have no fears beautiful one."

If he had thought it would have helped he would have wrapped himself around her in his panther form to comfort her. He wanted to warm her and protect her.

He decided to do just that, if she would let him. "May I come to you Savannah, and warm you?" he asked. A deep caring was present in his tone.

He waited patiently for her reaction, his night vision showing every detail of her perfect form. It occurred to him that she might even be able to see him too.

 

[La_Reina]

Savannah wasn't freaking out. Not yet. She was still thinking about her beast. Her beast felt bad and was retreating further back into her. She was truly feeling alone. As crazy as it was her beast was her friend. When she was angry she protected her, hungry made her eat, scared made her feel safe. Only once when she was a child did her beast retreat back until Savannah couldn't feel her anymore. She thought she was cured. Her mother didn't. It was 2 weeks of hell. No one stood up for her, no one cared. Finally her beast came back and Savannah vowed that they would find a way to make this work. Where Savannah could keep her beast and be human.

She wasn't surprised hearing the voice. She turned as her hair caught the wind; blowing over her shoulder to lay gently on her back. She stared at the man, beast, chief. She could see him perfectly having always had good night vision. "I do not fear the jungle." I fear me. The words weren't spoken, but they were heard loud and clear nonetheless.

She cocked her head as he asked to come towards her. She didn't know what he wanted. She titled her head in very much the same way as a panther would as she studied him. The silence stretched on and she had the feeling he would have waited patiently for her answer. Finally she gave a small nod. Her beast wanted this man to come closer, much closer and curious Savannah allowed it.

"Why do the people not fear you or call you names? Where are the others like us? I don't think the villagers are like us. They wouldn't get as sick as they were." She thought more wondering how his childhood was like. If there were others did they hide themselves too? Did they wish they were human while hating their beasts? Only to feel guilty for hating something that was them? Savannah dropped her head in shame at her thoughts waiting for the chief to approach.

 

[Risen]

The moons light had taken over the night. Cervere took a step forward onto the open trail once he knew Savannah was aware of his presence. Soft white light shone through gaps in the trees and reflected off of his naked body.*

Savannah's hair caught the breeze and drifted over her shoulder. Once again Cervere was caught in her beauty and his desire for *her grew. He approached her slowly and crouched down next to her.*

She began to ask questions which were full of insights to her troubles. He waited until it appeared that she was satisfied with this round of questions and then he began his answers, drawing from the depths of history and the passions which drove him.

"Until this day I believed I was the last of our kind." he stopped and let that sink in before continuing. "I have protected the humans of the village for more seasons than I can count. They were hunted and killed by the dirty humans that bring stench into the jungle. They now call this valley home because I welcomed them here. Where we now stand are the foothills leading to my ancient home." he paused again and almost reached out to touch her while he corrected himself with a smile. "Our ancient home."

"Many more seasons before the people came to live with me, the panther race were attacked by tribes who feared us. They brought guns and they were cunning. They killed my family. They killed all of us, but they did not kill me. I waited year after year for those who survived to come home, but none did, until I was utterly alone. I walked the jungles looking and listening but I never found what I sought. I believed I was the last so I have simply fought to stay alive. I am the last."

He stopped for a moment and when his voice returned it was a whisper that captured the sadness and loss of centuries old wounds."I... *Was... The last." he stopped talking for long time.

When he spoke again it was as if he had returned from a long journey. "Now I love my people and keep the world from taking our home. Some of them try to worship me as a god, but I am no god. I am the jungle, and the jungle is me.

*"Our home is in these mountains but I have never allowed humans to go deep into them to desecrate the bones of the dead. I have kept that place sacred and quiet, letting the dead have peace."

He finished speaking and looked her over. He saw the night breeze make her shiver and remembered that she was wet.

"Savannah, I do not understand. You have all the grace and beauty of the jungle. Why do you fear your own spirit?" He asked this last with pointed finality as if he expected an answer and when he finished the question he slowly, carefully, and beautifully slipped back into his panther form and encircled her with a soft and pleasant growl that spoke of comfort and caring. He settled down around her on the ground like only a cat can do and provided her a backrest against his enormous muscular body. He turned his head so that he was looking at her face , resting it on one of his own paws and then curled his enormous thick tail up over her to provide her warmth and protection from the night. Only her arms and head were not wrapped in the warmth of his fur covered feline form.*

He lay quietly watching her and waiting for an answer to the riddles that were so deep within this woman. He wondered if his story would touch her.

 

[La_Reina]

The chief stepped forward and Savannah forgot he was naked. Once more her eyes trailed down before she got ahold of herself and stared at him in the eye. She was no barbarian or animal. Or freak. Or monster. She was calm, but the man had a grace that was all feline and powerful. She recognized this and wondered why she wasn't more afraid. Her beast purred and walked in a circle her fur brushing the inside of Savannah. Savannah felt her cat wanted something, but she didn't know what.

He was crouched, open, exposed and Savannah prided herself on listening to his tale without glancing over at his nakedness. How one could be so comfortable with their body, the elements, and no clothes was beyond her. He spoke and she listened feeling her cat get upset at the news. So her father and her weren't freaks, but part of a race. She deduce that, but her race was gone and she lived through hell. Life sucked. Then you die. Wasn't that how the poem went?

She glanced into his eyes. "How old are you? Really?" He seemed older, much older than the 30 odd years she thought he was. Did that mean she could live for a long time too? How long? What were they exactly? How were they made? So many questions. She blinked as he voiced his own and she smiled sadly understanding what he meant.

She waited for him to settle down around her. She felt her heart quickened at the sight of a panther so close. Under it she could smell him? Smell? She was so used to ignoring smells that knowing she could scent him was plain weird, but cool at the same time. "Cervere?" She asked cautiously the first time she used his name as he approached. He came and wrapped himself around her and she stiffened before relaxing feeling herself get warm. His eyes staring at her. It was kinda eerie seeing an animal with such a human intensity.

"I grew up with a father who loved my mother who slowly started to hate us both. My mother thought we were monsters and I guess in her own way she loved my father. I learned to hide my instincts and my cat so I wouldn't frighten her. I wasn't normal and twice she had me locked up in an asylum before my father was able to get me out. Almost cost me my license. You can't have any history of mental illness. Luckily I was always seen as sane." She sighed. "My mother didn't care. She tried to kill me often. My father finally had to put his foot down and I think it killed him. The strain. The fight between my mother and I when I couldn't help something." Savannah's eyes swam but she held her tears in check. She hadn't told anyone any of this. Who would believe her? It was like a dam had burst and she was letting it all out.

"She even adopted and had my sisters hate me. For years they thought I was an evil monster to kill them. She convinced them of that. I never changed. Well I think maybe once or twice. Never since the age of 6. I like to think I'm cured of that." She leaned back feeling comfortable in the soft fur. Her head resting back against him as she snuggled her eyes closing as she felt contentment.

 

[Risen]

Cervere felt Savannah relax after her first jolt of fear when he crept toward her as panther. When she asked his age he could not answer in human words so he growled low in the language of panther, saying essentially, "It is time for quiet." but he could not know if she understood him. As he enveloped her he wondered just how old he was. He did not know. Time was not something relevant to him. She began to tell her tale and he listened carefully. This woman knew pain and loss, so maybe she would understand him.

Cervere felt her happiness grow and her comfort with him increased. As he sensed this he felt hope that he hadn't dared to feel. When she finished speaking he growled softly again as if to make her know he had heard and he cared. He wanted to speak, but he did not want to shift to do so. It felt good to have her so close.

As hope washed over him, she shut her eyes. He began to purr very softly and together they slept the rest of the night.

It seemed like only moments before the frogs began to silence and the birds began to sing their morning songs. The moon had moved across he sky and their was a warm glow of the coming sun in the east. Savannah slept and Cervere opened his eyes without moving.

He let himself just feel her presence. He did not want this to end but he knew it would be good for Savannah to go back to the village soon.

Slowly he moved, positioning himself so that he could shift forms slowly and gently into a sitting position behind Savannah. He did this and ended up leaning against a tree with her nestled in his arms, one leg on each side of her. He brushed the hair out of her face as the crisp cool morning air caressed her skin waking her.

He let her wake as her head rested on his chest. One hand was on his thigh very close to his cock. He smiled knowing that she had the shyness of the city humans.

He waited until she woke, dreaming that one day he might be able to have her next to him forever.*

 

[La_Reina]

Savannah began to realize that he couldn't talk to her in panther form. She thought they should talk telepathically or something. That's what she always read in romance novels or seen in those sci-fi movies. She chuckled to herself at her silliness. Since she never stayed changed for long the few times she had slipped up and done it she didn't know how they communicated. Though when he growled after her story she felt comforted. Not in a human way it was like her cat purred in response. She didn't get it, but after all the emotions and the long day she was getting sleepy and he was warm. She let her eyes close not meaning to sleep, but sleep she did.

Her dreams were always odd. Weren't all dreams. But this dream scared her. She felt like something big was coming. Something she couldn't control. She was trying to warn her people. Her people? She glanced down and noticed she wore little. A cloth tied around her breasts and knotted at the back of her neck and a small skirt that covered her bum and essential areas.

No one was listening. They didn't understand. They had to leave. She screamed as the big thing came with only one black panther trying to defend them. There were too many. He couldn't do it alone. She felt her body on fire, she screamed.

She woke up breathing fast. Her eyes coming awake before she moved. The panther was gone, but she wasn't on the ground. Her eyes rolled up to catch the Chief's eyes. He was staring at her a bit intimately and she jumped up apologizing. Last night came at her and she wasn't sure if she dreamed that or if that was true. After so long of wanting someone to understand it she could have made it all up.

She kneeled in front of him trying to control her mass of hair. "Morning." She smiled shyly looking at his naked form. She was convinced she hadn't imagined it. The proof was still here. She looked through the trees. It was early morning and she had to pee. "Back to the village?" She didn't know where they were and hoped he would guide her to safety.

 

[Risen]

Savannah woke suddenly and jumped to her feet so that the spell of his thoughts of her was broken. He had begun to imagine *having her in his arms every day.

She knelt in front of him and asked to go back to the village. Cervere wanted to keep who he was in the forefront of her mind. he wanted her to continue to confront her fears of herself.

He stood up in front of her kneeling beauty and smiled as his cock dangled just inches from her face. Remembering her questions from last night he said, "I do not know how old I am. I am just old, like the jungle. There are few trees standing now that were alive when I was born, and those are hidden deep in the mountains of our home. Come Savannah. Ride me. I will set you down outside the village, and then I must hunt. I hunger.

He quickly and gracefully returned to panther form and then presented his side to her, crouching to make it easier for her to mount him. When she mounted he first began to walk slowly but picked up speed and maneuvering until she was gripping him with her knees and her hands grasped his fur tightly, then he ran fast. Very fast. As she adapted to his maneuvering he began to leap higher and higher, eventually bounding over small trees. He ran away from the village at first because they were so close that the journey would have ended in less than a moment at this speed. He extended the journey because he knew this would bring her closer to who she really was. If it would not have startled his people he would have walked her right into the village, but most did not know that the panther they thought was a ghost was really him. That change might come, but not today.

He took her to the jungle at the edge of the village slowly, waiting for a few minutes in the jungle to be sure no humans were near enough to see them, then he walked closer and crouched down. As Savannah stepped off of his back he shifted to human form quickly and walked her to her hut. The villagers, accustomed to seeing him naked were not surprised at that. What surprised them and had heightened their fears was that the doctor had disappeared and was nowhere to be found that morning.

Many rumors began when she arrived with their leader out of the jungle.

Before leaving, Cervere took her hand and spoke. "Please help my people. I will return later in the day."

He left, spoke quietly with one of the men of the village who rounded up three women and came to Savannah with them saying, "How may we help you doctor."*

Cervere was gone.

 

[La_Reina]

Savannah hadn't expected the chief to stand and she was surprised when his cock was right in her face. Her cat wanted to nuzzle it and lick it. She reddened and brushed the cat aside as she had to physically force herself to stand up. It was hard as her cat wanted this man and Savannah was going to have none of that. She was human. She was here to treat his people and then she would leave. it was purey coincidental that he happened to be of her same species or was it?

Savannah didn't have long to think on that as he explained that he was old. Well in essence old. There were few trees older than him. Yup he's old. She could only stand there with her mouth wide as she contemplated that. Than he asked her to ride him and her face flushed. She thought he meant sex until he changed. He nudged her leg and she realized he was serious. How does she do this? Like a horse?

She lifted one leg and sat down on him. He bagan to walk through the jungle and she quickly learned to squeeze her legs tight and hold onto his fur. Unfortunately, his back and shoulder muscles moved. It was like someone was rubbing against her center. Even in her jeans she could feel him plainly. It was erotic and thrilling as his pace quickened.

Eventually Savannah had to lay down her breasts on his back. This helped her hang on as her legs gripped his sides, stopped the rubbing in her pussy, but the rubbing was now on her nipples. She moaned once hoping he didn't hear it. This was a lot more sensual than she would have thought. It was also exhilerating to see the trees and life from this point of view.

When they finally made it back to the village Savannah was out of breath. It was like she had been doing the running instead of just riding his back. "Thank you," she returned to the people wondering why he didn't just eat with them. There was plenty of fruit. Savannah took some eating it as she got an update on her patients.

"Okay, set them in the beds. I want names, symptoms, and ages." Savannah grabbed the stethescope, wrapped it around her neck and prepared for a long day of work.

 

[Risen]

Cervere left the village quickly. He had heard rumor among the birds as he ran with Savannah that humans were in he jungle many miles away. There was only one direction they came from these days, and that was directly from the lowlands.

Cervere ran fast and hard for hours until he could smell them on the breeze. He had planned on hunting the wild pigs of the jungle, but if invaders were in his jungle he would dine on their flesh. If they came to far, or carried weapons, it would be the end of them.

He heard monkeys and birds calling out warnings. They were close. Here he took to the trees. The jungle was ancient and many of the trees were large enough for him to climb. He found one that he could climb high above and search the area.

There they were. Four men with much of what Savannah had called technology. They were ignoring the birds, telling Cervere that they were not accustomed to his jungle. As he watched he realized that he was exposed and potentially visible. He backed slowly down the large branch watching the men when without warning one of them pointed at him. He heard the sound of a gun and a bullet tore through the leaves not far from him. The battle was on.

With one leap Cervere reached he ground again and melted into the under story. He put distance between himself and the humans until he was over a small rise in the land and then headed back the way the humans had come. He could hear them running through the jungle trying to catch him. He growled softly in amusement. They were running the wrong way. He began to head in their direction until he could hear every word they said through the trees.

"I know I hit him." one man said. He was answered with laughter." and, *"You always say that."*

"That fuckin' cat was big! Did you see him fall?" said a third voice. Cervere laughed to himself. These fools were going to be too easy. No sooner than he said it, one appeared in front of him, his back was turned and he was pissing against a tree. One powerful leap and a strong bite to the neck later the man was spilling more than piss on Cervere's jungle floor.

One of he others called for the missing human. Cervere sat still under *a bush not far away. The man came back searching for his friend. As he approached, Cervere took a mighty swipe at his head from the shadows. He died quickly as Cervere pounced on him, but not before letting out a blood curdling scream.

Cervere quickly shifted to human form. He hated guns but he had become proficient with them. They had killed his people, so over the years he had learned the way of the enemy. He grabbed the dead mans gun and spun around as a third man came crashing through the brush. Cervere pulled the trigger and watched the man fall with satisfaction.

He could hear the last man stop running and yell for his dead friends. The answer he got was from Cervere. "Why do you come to my jungle to kill?" he yelled.

"Oh shit." was all he heard in response. Cervere let the man approach him. As the man spotted him, naked and armed with a gun pointed at the mans head, he dropped his gun. Cervere smiled. This one was meat. Cervere popped instantly into panther form and leaped at the man with a ferocious growl as he landed on him and bit his face. The man did not react well, and the last thought that went through his mind was that cats breath smelled bad.

Cervere left the scene well fed. He had dragged the three other dead up to hang as examples in the trees and scattered their technology through the brush. The guns he strapped to his back so that he could carry them in cat form. He leaped onto a trail and began the fast run home.

A few hours later, Cervere went to where he had left his clothing the night before and dressed, then carried the guns into the village, giving them to his second in command whose name was Estevan. Estevan quickly had a young village boy take them and hide them in a camouflaged hole in the ground where His people had recommended they store guns.

He was done. He was glad to have killed enemies but days like this were never good for him. He was anxious to return to the doctor and hear news of his people. He was ready to be near her again, and to see how her thoughts had changed throughout the day.

His cloths were wrinkled and looked like they had been folded up in the jungle all night, but true to form, Cervere did not even notice. He approached her.

"Good afternoon Savannah. Have you learned anything that will help my people?"

After he listened intently to her and she had answered questions for him, he thanked her and said, "I would like to take you into the jungle again while it is the warm of the day to show you one of the beautiful places in our home."

He believed that the only way to reach this woman was through her connection with the jungle, and there was one place that had become a favorite for him, quiet and deep in the jungle. He would take her to the hot springs.

 

[La_Reina]

Savannah examined the people. Since she was supposed to be their doctor she was seeing everyone from small colds to phantom illnesses. They were getting some of the common illnesses, well common in her world. Out here they were possibly deadly. A few had chicken pox, but hadn't figured out how to deal with the fever. Believing that they were dying they starved themselves and got worse. She quickly put an end to that. Others had the measles and she was afraid she might be looking at a weakened strain of smallpox. There was no longer a cure for smallpox.

All in all the people had caught something from some westerner and she prayed she didn't bring anything to them. She was tired, sweaty, and waiting for results from her home made lab. She had a few women helping her acting like nurses. She was aware of the going on in the village. Which meant even though she had been busy she hadn't seen the chief. He was still out doing whatever and she was concerned. Who looked out for him?

Over the day she learned alot about the chief. She knew few knew what he truly was. She learned he had no woman, though many have tried. They joked that they knew he had to be doing something to relieve himself. And they joked about the size of his cock. Oh they didn't joke it was small, but big and how it would feel to have that. To give him children. The women weren't shy used to seeing nudity; with it getting extremely hot. But Savannah didn't expect them to talk like sorority women. It was funny to see how different cultures were.

They were boasting about which male had the most kids, a sign of wealth here to produce so many, when Cervere walked into the make shift hospice. The women stopped joking and watched as he came up to Savannah and offered to take her out. She blushed and the women shooed her out saying they could keep everyone calm so she could take a break. She didn't want to leave, but the giggling and the stern looks she nodded okay.

She hurried back to her cabin, changed, and returned to him. She was wearing a white cut off T-shirt, dark green cargo pants that went mid-thigh, and a pair of brown hiking boots. It was hot so she wanted to wear as little as possible.

 

[Risen]

Cervere laughed as the women ushered Savannah away from her work. When she returned he was not surprised that she wore more clothing than she needed. He laughed and joked with her that someday she would hate big heavy shoes. He assumed she had no idea what he meant, but maybe she did.

He led her away from the village until they were a good distance. He stopped her and told her to be still while he listened to be sure they had no witnesses. He said, semi-rhetorically that she should take the cat form and run with him. He got the answer he expected but he still wanted to plant the idea in her confused head.

Cervere undressed, again hiding his cloths and then stood looking at her naked. He looked her form over imagining what she must look like unclothed. Maybe he would find out today. He shifted into cat form again and crouched next to Savannah. When she mounted he sprang forward running up the valley and deeper into the mountains. The sun was still high in the sky as they came to a spot high above the valley floor. Cervere crouched again, Savannah dismounted and he shifted back to human form and stood next to her.

He spoke. "This is the beginning of our ancient ancestral home. No human has ever been here." he watched her reaction knowing that she thought of herself as human. He took her hand and led her forward on a thin ancient trail until they rounded a corner and in a small valley in front of them opened up a beautiful sight.

A huge pool of water was fed by waterfalls along the far side. It looked shallow as the water rippled it's way toward them. Spilling waterfalls hit shelfs of rock as they cascaded down and broke up into smaller waterfalls before falling into the pool. Cervere led her to the right along a small trail until they were on the far side opposite the waterfalls. Here the water steamed hot and holes were visible along he edge where the water gurgled up out of the earth.*

Shelves of rock lined the pool bottom with different depths and contours. They were smooth and inviting. It looked as though one could lounge in perfect comfort in any way they desired.

Cervere began to explain the place to her. "Here hot springs come up from the earth. The waterfalls bring crisp cold water down from the high mountains. The waters mingle in his pool. You can bathe in cold water or hot as you move through he pool. This was one of many quiet places where my people came to celebrate life and worship." He knew by now that she did not know worship for their race was sexual, but then, that is why he brought her here, to begin to break through her walls.

"There is one thing though Savannah. No human has ever touched these waters and as long as I live, no human will. Nothing made by men can enter here." He paused to be sure she understood this point. "I wanted you to see this, and know that it is yours, but I cannot allow you to enjoy it's comforts clothed. This is a sacred place, undefiled by man. If you do not care to enter the water I will take you where the people of the village go to bathe." he paused. "I however, would like to rest my muscles in the heat. So please indulge me. If you do not care to enter, I would love to hear more of your story."

Without another word he left her standing at the edge of the hot water and waded in. He let himself lay back, floating belly up in the steaming heat. He shut his eyes hoping to hear her enter the water with him. His naked body bobbed as he floated, nothing hidden. He was exposed to Savannah's gaze as he floated smiling in comfort, letting the heat soothe his battle worn bones.

 

[La_Reina]

Savannah stood in front of Cervere. She wasn't sure when he became Cervere instead of Chief to her. She thought he would approve of her outfit wearing less than yesterday. He did not stating something about shoes. She didn't get it. Of course she needed shoes. How would she protect her feet? Her cat sneezed and still Savannah wasn't sure what the man was trying to tell her.

He led her a ways and changed. Savannah realized he didn't want the village to know he was a shifter. They weren't that different. She hid her cat to maintain normalcy in her world. He did the same. Though moreoften than not he was in his other form. She felt her cat become jealous and Savannah quickly hushed her as she straddled Cervere and hunkered low in his form as he took off.

Finally they stopped and she hopped off as he changed. His lack of modesty embarrassed her once more before she gained control. She hid her blush as she followed him through the forest. She hesitated when he said no human had came to this part of 'their' home. That sat uneasy with her. She was human. She was normal. He tugged slightly on her hand and she followed to the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It was like a living picture. The waterfalls were brilliant and she could see small rainbows everywhere. She wanted to touch the water, but Cervere led her to the right where the heat wafted over them. She could feel it coming.

She listened as he explained how this came to be. She smiled ready to jump in in her underwear of course. He must have read her mind as he explained nothing of man was to touch the water. She wanted to argue she was man made, but even as she thought that she knew his retort would be she was shifter made. She watched him wade him and her cat growled in frustration. Couldn't she just do it this once? Admit whom she was and enjoy it before going back to the city?

Savannah tugged off her shirt. Her frilly white bra exposed to the air. She crouched and undid her shoes stepping out of them. She took off her socks and stuff them in her boots. She pulled down her shorts and wished she wore matching underwear; her green panties exposed for him to see. She pulled down her panties, folded them and placed them inside her shorts before doing the same to her bra. She stood up nervous.

She wasn't beautiful or even pretty in her eyes. She had kept her womanly area clean with only a small patch of hair after seeing it in a movie. She thought it looked sophisticated. She didn't look at Cervere as she slowly entered the hot water. It felt like a hot tub and rock she finally swam too was warm. She sat on it with the water to her neck and her hair clinging and floating around her.

"Oh my. This is ... " she couldn't finish as she moaned. That was the best way to explain it.

 

[Risen]

Cervere lay still in the water letting the heat soak into his *body. He could hear the waterfalls as they collided with the surface of the water, but with his submerged ears he could hear little else, until from the opposite side he heard Savannah enter the water.

He immediately opened his eyes and stood up to be sure she had obeyed his mandate. He was graced with an image of beauty as her slender form entered the water. She was shaven and her womanhood had the look of a child. He admired it. Her breasts were perfect for her form. She was graceful like the cat. He wanted her.

He gazed at her body lost in thought. It had been so long since he had seen a female of his race. He began to desire her as memories flooded back to him. His cock swelled as he thought of her, growing half hard so that it hung lower and protruded out more but not standing erect. In the shallow water this was all very visible to Savannah, but Cervere was not shy. In fact he thought of himself as complimenting her in the way his own people would have interpreted it.

He stood, watching her enjoy he heat of the water. Her moan was beautiful and in the back of his mind he heard that moan echo. His desire grew and his cock swelled more, hanging lower and thicker.

He settled into the water and then taking a breath, dove and swam to the opposite side of the pool. He stepped onto a small shelf of rock at water level and stepped under a cool waterfall, letting the water cascade down over his body. He opened his mouth and took a long drink. From that moment he watched Savannah. It was then that he made the conscious decision that he would pursue this woman. He wanted her to be the beginning of a new race of the panther people, but how to win her heart?

He again melted into the water and swam quietly toward her, circling around and coming up behind her naked form. He knew that the water was relaxing. He wanted her to relax. He wanted her to turn to him with desire. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them with his strong hands.

He would show her how beautiful life in the jungle could be for a queen.

 

[Risen]

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[La_Reina]

(((love the pic.)))

Savannah was in heaven. This felt good. She could stretch out and the water covered her nudity. Though after a few weeks around Cervere and the villagers maybe she would walk around half naked too. Savannah blushed at the thought knowing she probably could not. Different cultures. Though she did want to know more about her people. Her true people.

She lazily turned to see Cervere swimming away from her. She watched his head above the water much like a cat. She giggled almost as if she was intoxicated the water was that luxourious. She watched him stand under a waterfall. She perked seeing the water outline his body. Every part of his body. Including his cock which still stood up and hard. She had to tear her eyes away from it to look at the rest of him, but her eyes kept going back to his hard meat. She wondered what it would be like to make love in the water. Or under the waterfall like he was just standing.

Savannah stared out into the jungle hearing some birds. She turned back and Cervere was gone. She wasn't panicked and she settled back on the rock. The water gently lapped at her neck. She pulled her hair into a twist and secured it with another part of her hair so it stayed on top of her head. She glanced once more for Cervere seeing his outline in the water.

She jumped when she felt fingers on her back. She knew who it was and let him do his thing. She hadn't had a massage in ... forever and his hands felt like magic. She cut off the moaned and turned her head to look into his eyes. "Tell me more of our people, please? Like our customs and things?" She closed her eyes as Cervere spoke imagining what he said.